Psalms 45:12
And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.
And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.
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13All glory `is' the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work `is' her clothing.
14In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins -- after her -- her companions, Are brought to thee.
15They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.
8Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.
9Daughters of kings `are' among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
10Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house,
11And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he `is' thy lord -- bow thyself to him,
32And lifted up for thee have their sons a lamentation, And they have lamented over thee, who `is' as Tyre? As the cut-off one in the midst of the sea?
33With the outgoing of thy remnants from the seas, Thou hast filled many peoples, With the abundance of thy riches, and thy merchandise, Thou hast made rich things of earth.
2Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age.
3Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
11And I adorn thee with adornments, And I give bracelets for thy hands, And a chain for thy neck.
12And I give a ring for thy nose, And rings for thine ears, And a crown of beauty on thy head.
13And thou dost put on gold and silver, And thy clothing `is' fine linen, And figured silk and embroidery, Fine flour, and honey, and oil thou hast eaten, And thou art very very beautiful, And dost go prosperously to the kingdom.
14And go forth doth thy name among nations, Because of thy beauty -- for it `is' complete, In My honour that I have set upon thee, An affirmation of the Lord Jehovah.
3O dweller on the entrances of the sea, Merchant of the peoples unto many isles, Thus said the Lord Jehovah: O Tyre, thou -- thou hast said: I `am' the perfection of beauty.
4In the heart of the seas `are' thy borders, Thy builders have perfected thy beauty.
10Kings of Tarshish and of the isles send back a present. Kings of Sheba and Seba a reward bring near.
17And it hath come to pass, At the end of seventy years Jehovah inspecteth Tyre, And she hath repented of her gift, That she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.
9She giveth to thy head a wreath of grace, A crown of beauty she doth give thee freely.
11Go forth, and look, ye daughters of Zion, On king Solomon, with the crown, With which his mother crowned him, In the day of his espousals, And in the day of the joy of his heart!
29Because of Thy temple at Jerusalem, To Thee do kings bring a present.
3And Tyre doth build a bulwark to herself, And doth heap silver as dust, And gold as mire of out-places.
1As the chorus of `Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides `are' as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer.
10From beyond the rivers of Cush, my supplicants, The daughter of My scattered ones, Do bring My present.
8Who hath counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders `are' princes, Her merchants the honoured of earth?'
4Lift up round about thine eyes and see, All of them have been gathered, they have come to thee, Thy sons from afar do come, And thy daughters on the side are supported.
5Then thou seest, and hast become bright, And thine heart hath been afraid and enlarged, For turn unto thee doth the multitude of the sea, The forces of nations do come to thee.
6A company of camels covereth thee, Dromedaries of Midian and Ephah, All of them from Sheba do come, Gold and frankincense they bear, And of the praises of Jehovah they proclaim the tidings.
25Ships of Tarshish `are' thy double walls of thy merchandise, And thou art filled and honoured greatly, In the heart of the seas.
9Surely for Me isles do wait, And ships of Tarshish first, To bring thy sons from afar, Their silver and their gold with them, To the name of Jehovah thy God, And to the Holy One of Israel, Because He hath beautified thee.
12`Son of man, lift up a lamentation for the king of Tyre, And thou hast said to him: Thus said the Lord Jehovah: Thou art sealing up a measurement, Full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty.
17And he setteth his face to go in with the strength of his whole kingdom, and upright ones with him; and he hath wrought, and the daughter of women he giveth to him, to corrupt her; and she doth not stand, nor is for him.
4What -- dost thou boast thyself in valleys? Flowed hath thy valley, O backsliding daughter, Who is trusting in her treasures: Who doth come in unto me?
22And all the kings of Tyre, And all the kings of Zidon, And the kings of the isle that `is' beyond the sea,
10Comely have been thy cheeks with garlands, Thy neck with chains.
11Garlands of gold we do make for thee, With studs of silver!
40And also that they send to men coming from afar, Unto whom a messenger is sent, And lo, they have come in for whom thou hast washed, Painted thine eyes, and put on adornment.
42And the voice of a multitude at ease `is' with her, And unto men of the common people are brought in Sabeans from the wilderness, And they put bracelets on their hands, And a beauteous crown on their heads.
3And thou hast been a crown of beauty in the hand of Jehovah, And a diadem of royalty in the hand of thy God,
6`And at the end of years they do join themselves together, and a daughter of the king of the south doth come in unto the king of the north to do upright things; and she doth not retain the power of the arm; and he doth not stand, nor his arm; and she is given up, she, and those bringing her in, and her child, and he who is strengthening her in `these' times.
10Pass through thy land as a brook, Daughter of Tarshish, there is no more a girdle.
30The grace `is' false, and the beauty `is' vain, A woman fearing Jehovah, she may boast herself.
12Tarshish `is' thy merchant, Because of the abundance of all wealth, For silver, iron, tin, and lead, They have given out thy remnants.
5Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings!
5As `at' the report of Egypt they are pained, So `at' the report of Tyre.
2The comely and the delicate one I have cut off, The daughter of Zion.
4And also, what `are' ye to Me, O Tyre and Zidon, And all circuits of Philistia? Recompence are ye rendering unto Me? And if ye are giving recompence to Me, Swiftly, hastily, I turn back your recompence on your head.
9One is my dove, my perfect one, One she `is' of her mother, The choice one she `is' of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.